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The world is big, but it is also small.

Basement level of the Grand Corbino Library.

At this moment, there are seven or eight people sitting in the conference room on the basement floor of the Cobino Library.

Sitting in the middle was a little girl, and even though she was sitting there, she still had a backpack on her back.

It was as if this backpack was her life, seemingly always on her person.

The meeting room fell silent, perhaps because they were discussing something serious.

After a long silence, the little girl raised her head, frowned, and said, "Right now, the tragic effect has been fully demonstrated, but is this really what we wanted?"

After the voice finished speaking, someone suddenly raised their hand, looked at the little girl, and said, "She's still struggling."

The little girl stood up and said, "Send her away. She has already left this world, so she shouldn't come back to this world."

Someone then asked, "Won't the ashes be discovered?"

The little girl said, "If you can't even do this, do you think any of this can really happen?"

At this moment, someone else spoke up: "I'm worried that she still wants to contact him. You know, the second generation, she left him a lot of memos."

Another person said, "The memo is the result of our review, and there are no problems."

The young girl said in a deep voice, "That's right, the final review of the memo was done by me, so there were absolutely no problems. It was all about love and romance."

When the little girl said this, her fingers twitched slightly, whether from a cramp or something else, it was hard to tell.

At this point, the meeting was about to end, but then someone suddenly spoke up: "Should we clear the data? Because he has started to have doubts about this matter."

The little girl shook her head and said, "Everything should be left to nature. The only things we can change are specific conditions, not changes to common sense."

After saying that, the little girl said again, "That's it. Say it one more time: send her back and don't let her appear in this world again."

After saying that, she turned and left.

The people in the meeting room looked at each other in bewilderment, but in the end, they simply parted ways and went home.

Not long after, the place where Chen Yuanyuan was injured, the abandoned building in her memory, also had a basement, and it was even larger than the Cobino Library.

At this very moment, in one of the reception rooms inside.

A girl sat there, her face pale, her hands clasped tightly together.

She knew all of this would happen, and when she learned all the news, she also knew she couldn't stop it.

At least for now, she really can't stop it.

She had no choice but to compromise and find another way to cooperate temporarily.

Cell phone signals were completely blocked here, and she knew very well that she had no way to escape at this point.

But she had to think of a way to do something.

crunch.

The door to the reception room suddenly opened, and the girl looked up at the door.

Four middle-aged men walked in through the door.

Everyone stared blankly at Xu Fan.

The middle-aged man standing at the front said in a deep voice, "Xia Ziling, you already know the answer yourself. This world does not belong to you. Come with us."

That's right, the little girl here is actually Xia Ziling.

She didn't actually die; she's still alive here. If Xu Fan knew this, he would be astonished.

He saw Xia Ziling's body, that frozen, ice-cold corpse, with his own eyes.

But in fact, Xia Ziling was still alive at this time.

She stood up and asked, "May I go see him?"

The middle-aged man, Ou, frowned slightly, then coldly said, "This is a world without ghosts; you won't see him."

Xia Ziling said, "I'll just take a quick look."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Let's go. Don't think about it anymore. You're already dead."

Xia Ziling fell silent, knowing that there was nothing she could do about it.

She followed behind the middle-aged man and left the place.

What no one saw was that as she was about to leave, a small pendant landed at the entrance of the dilapidated building.

The pendant was actually quite ordinary; it would have been very difficult to find it in that place.

Xia Ziling has left this world. Perhaps she will come back, perhaps she won't.

At least in the eyes of Xu Fan and Xia Ziling's parents, she had completely left this world, even if they didn't believe it, the facts were right in front of them.

Meanwhile, in the basement of Corbino in the distant country of Gran, the young girl who had just been in a meeting arrived at her own conference room.

Sitting in front of the computer, I don't know what I'm thinking about.

After a long time, she turned on her computer, opened her email, and set up network encryption, including location encryption, before she started writing emails.

It wasn't a long piece of writing, but every word and sentence was carefully considered. It took a long time to complete before I clicked send.

Meanwhile, Xu Fan returned home alone, filled with self-blame and despair, leaving him at a loss.

But just then, he remembered Xia Ziling's memo, the sentence about finding Song Runrun.

He remembered the poems Song Runrun had sent to his email address, and he wanted to see if there was any secret behind them.

But when he opened it, he found that Song Runrun had written him another letter.

Or rather, it's another poem.

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===Chapter 699 Song Runrun's New Poem===

For Xu Fan, he has already received three poems written to him by Song Runrun.

This is the fourth poem. Is it simply because she likes literature, or is there some deeper meaning behind it?

Xu Fan felt he had to study it carefully, and his gaze unconsciously fell on the email, where the stark words clearly caught his eye.

The signature was still Song Runrun, but his attention remained focused on the modern poem.

The sunlight in the north is rather cold.

Freshly melted snow

Wandering through the streets and alleys, they fell deep into the ice.

Going against the grain yields wind

Lost in the streets and alleys, nowhere to be found.

A lonely person carries an angel fallen to earth.

Confused and heading towards

Proceeding into the deep pit, crawling...

A beautiful plum blossom withered.

The silent branches suddenly began to sway.

Lightning and thunder

The world suddenly returned to silence.

Looking at this simple poem, Xu Fan admitted that, to be honest, even with his relatively good literary skills, he still couldn't understand what the words were expressing at first glance.

But Xu Fan was also very clear that whether it was the first poem Song Runrun wrote for him, or the other poems, including this one, they all had their own significance.

Xu Fan didn't know what it contained, but he was certain that it must contain something he didn't know.

north.

snow.

Ice layer.

wind.

Angel.

A deep pit.

plum bossom.

Tree branches.

The appearance of these onomatopoeic words made Xu Fan feel an indescribable sense of desolation.

The final sentence: The world returns to silence.

It even gave him a feeling of being drawn into it.

When the world begins to forget itself, the world will return to silence.

Xu Fan didn't know what it meant, but he couldn't help but think about it carefully.

Carefully considering every word is what he needs to do most right now.

Unfortunately, as time passed, no information about this poem could be found.

After thinking it over, Xu Fan dialed Song Runrun's number again.

I couldn't get through before, but I just sent myself an email, so I should be able to get through now.

The phone rang, and Xu Fan frowned slightly.

I then realized that Song Runrun had changed her caller ID sound to her own song, "Sorrow," at some point.

Many people enjoy these eight glasses of wine, so why did Song Runrun suddenly change the caller ID at this time?

Shaking his head, Xu Fan thought to himself that it was probably just an occasional occurrence.

The call connected, and Song Runrun said on the other end, "Superstar brother, why are you calling me?"

Xu Fan was taken aback. Hearing that the voice was still as calm as ever, he thought to himself: Could it be that I guessed wrong?